Accidentally Born in the ‘60s:

Chapter 30

"Mingdong, hurry up and bring a diaper, the meat bag is pissing!" Ming Dong, who was directed by Osmanthus Hua on the kang, spun around, and since Zhen Zhen gave his little nephew the nickname "meat bag", he got it. The whole family agreed, according to Mrs. Li's words: "What a good name for the meat bun, the white noodles are full of meat, it is a blessing and the meaning is good, Zhen Zhen can't go wrong with it."

Mingdong really can't understand what the meat buns represent, but he has long been accustomed to the behavior of Mrs. Li's armpits. Fortunately, the meat buns are not unpleasant, compared to the old Zhang family next door to the children. The dung ball is much stronger.

Change the child's diaper and put it on the oilcloth. Mingdong takes the basin to the stove and scoops out a spoonful of hot water from the pot, pours it into the basin, adds some cold water, and washes the diapers that he changed in the morning. Dry to the vacant Westinghouse next door.

Mingdong and his wife have been living in the east house in the backyard. Originally, the west house did not burn the kang or stove in winter, but now that there are children, it is easy to get cold air, and there must be something to wash and rinse every day. When the place was dry, the Westinghouse was also set on the kang.

Mingdong nailed two nails on the fire wall, hung a hemp rope, put the washed diaper on the rope and baked it against the fire wall, and it was completely dry in about an hour. It is close to the mountain, so there is no need to worry about the lack of firewood when the two houses in the front and back of the house are burnt. Since the fall, Mrs. Li asked Mingxi to lead Mingnan and Mingbei to the house and dragged it back home. Firewood stack, enough for a whole winter.

After washing his hands, Mingdong opened the door and spoke to Osmanthus, and was going to go to the front room to bring her chicken soup. The stew was an old hen that had been raised for more than two years. It would not lay eggs in autumn, Mr. Li Tai has never called to kill, just to keep the sweet-scented osmanthus for confinement.

It was snowing heavily outside. Ming Dong put on a leather jacket and a cotton hat and trotted all the way to the front yard. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell the mouth-watering chicken soup from the stove. One squatted in a row at the door of the stove, and one was nibbling on a baked potato.

Ming Dong stretched his neck and glanced into the stove, then lowered his head to look at Ming Bei who was standing in front of him, and couldn't help but kicked his ass: "What are you doing squatting here? , can't you go back to the house to eat?"

Mingbei picked up his chopsticks, took some miso from the sauce bowl placed on the windowsill and smeared it on the potatoes, took a bite first, then took time to look back at his brother, and said vaguely: " Chicken soup is fragrant, smells good, and eats."

"You can pull it down." Ming Dong laughed and said, "You can eat a pot of potatoes if you don't smell your stomach. If it smells of meat, you might have to eat a cellar."

Mingbei finished eating the one in his hand, without even raising his head, he took out a potato from the pot next to him and continued to peel it. Mingdong glanced at him speechlessly, and stretched out his hand across Mingbei to lift the curtain of the door and pull it. The voice shouted: "Mom, is the meal ready?"

Wang Sufen lifted the lid of the pot and poked it twice with chopsticks, and hurriedly replied: "Wait a minute, this old hen is old, and the stew is not too bad. I just added some firewood and simmered for a while. If you didn't go to the east room to talk to your milk first, I'll call you when I'm ready." Ming Dong agreed, put down the curtain and turned away.

Wang Sufen took out the melted pork and cut a few slices, poured some oil on it, put chopped green onion, and fry it twice before putting the pork in, only to hear a "thorn" sound, and some white smoke came out. Ming Bei immediately squatted and took two steps forward, sticking his head under the door curtain: "Mom, did you put more pieces of meat?"

Without turning her head, Wang Sufen poured the chopped cabbage into the pot again: "One piece per person is enough to satisfy one's cravings."

Ming Bei wailed loudly when he heard it: "We can't eat a whole piece of meat even if you give it a day. Why don't we cook a pot of braised pork and let us have a good time."

Ming Nan also got spirited when he heard the braised pork, and squatted two steps forward: "Mom, let's stew all the meat that I got this month, let's steam some rice and pour the stew on top. It's so sweet." Ming Bei swallowed his saliva, squatted beside him and nodded again and again, looking at Wang Sufen expectantly.

Adding some soy sauce to fry the color, Wang Sufen put the lid on the pot and looked back at her two greedy sons: "It's more than a month before the Chinese New Year, if you eat all this meal, you can eat meat next time. It's time to kill the New Year pig."

Mingbei was instantly happy: "It's good to eat one meal, but it's not enough to eat a slice every day before it's too good, and it's a waste of meat."

Wang Sufen lifted the lid of the pot and turned it over twice. Seeing the steamed potatoes that were missing half a pot, she quickly brought them over and put them on the cabinet: "I asked for your milk for stewed braised pork and steamed rice. I said it doesn't count." Ming Bei listened, hurriedly stuffed the last potato into his mouth, and went to the East Room.

Since the opening of the spring this year, the supply on the streets has been recovering. By the fall, we can basically buy grain, vegetables and pork on a monthly basis. Beicha people have been tight for three years, relying on farming to dig wild vegetables After all, I didn't feel very hungry. Now that the supplies have been restored, the people of Beicha are relieved.

Lao Li's family has harvested more crops than others for two consecutive years. Every time it is a bumper harvest, the family has saved a lot of various grains. enough, the meat that I bought is not oily, and I cook it to satisfy my cravings.

Eating a piece of stir-fried pork every day was a good life in the past, but Mingbei's mind is full of braised pork, and the gluttonous salami is flowing out. He ran to the East Room in a hurry, and before he entered, he started shouting: "Mother, shall we let my mother stew meat?"

Zhen Zhen was sitting on the kang eating pine nuts, her eyes lit up when she said the stewed meat: "What kind of meat are you stewing?"

Ming Bei raised his **** and sat on the kang. He stretched out his two hands to hug Mrs. Li's arm. Mrs. Li glanced at his hand, ducked back, and touched the flies on the kang. Dangzi tapped Mingbei's hand: "Look at how your hand is buried, don't touch my clothes."

Mingbei looked at her hand, it was both potatoes and soybean paste, she smirked and hid behind her, Zhen Zhen didn't think Mingbei was dirty, she came over and handed over her small bowl to invite Mingbei to eat pine nuts : "Fourth brother, what kind of meat did you say stewed?"

Mingbei chuckled: "It's just that Mom eats those slices of meat every meal, and it's all gone in one bite. Mom, you just ask my mom to stew all the meat she bought this month, and then steam it. A bowl of rice is also enjoyable for us."

Zhen Zhen swallowed her saliva and asked seriously, "Is it stewed with braised pork?"

"Braised pork is also fine, let Mom put more potatoes in it. After the potatoes are cooked, they will taste meaty." Ming Bei looked at Zhen Zhen and coaxed her to ask, "Do you want to eat it, old girl? ?"

Zhen Zhen nodded again and again: "I want to eat!"

If Mingbei was alone with Mrs. Li and ordered to ignore him, but seeing Zhen Zhen laughing at her like a little greedy cat, Mrs. Li immediately softened her heart: "Okay, okay, I'll stew it that night. Meat, anyway, if you don't eat it, you'll fall down."

Ming Bei immediately cheered and went out to preach the decree, Ming Dong squeezed Zhen Zhen's soft and tender chubby cheeks and said with a smile: "Zhen Zhen is just a little greedy cat, look at it. She eats this little fat face, be careful to become a fat girl in the future."

Mr. Li immediately clapped Ming Dong's hand down, and rubbed her face on Zhen Zhen's white and tender face: "We Zhen Zhen are still young, only those chubby people look good. Good luck. Don't just say that we are fat, look at your meat bun, he's only half a month old, and there's a lot of flesh on his face."

Thinking of his son's big fat face, Ming Dong was a little depressed: "It's not the name Zhen Zhen gave, the meat buns, the longer they are, the more they look like meat buns."

Zhen Zhen covered her mouth and hid behind Mrs. Li's back. Ming Dong glanced at Li Mingzhong, who was lying on the ground dozing off, and felt even more depressed: "Tell me, even a dog is still alive and well. What's the name of the surname, it's a meat bun for my son."

Zhen Zhen blinked her eyes and said innocently: "Meat Bun is a nickname, Li Mingzhong is a big name, it's different."

Li Mingdong glanced at Li Mingzhong, who was sleeping with a direct current, and wondered: "Does it still have a nickname? I haven't heard you call it before."

Zhen Zhen nodded: "My fourth brother gave it, it's called Hongzhong."

Li Mingzhong seemed to hear someone calling it, so he stood up suddenly, turned his big head in a circle and realized that he was at home, then yawned and staggered down again.

Li Mingdong: "..."

Zhen Zhen picked up a frozen pear from the pot on the kang and took a bite. The sour, sweet and cool taste irritated her and squinted her eyes: "I think the meat bun is much better than the red bun, at that time it was I'm young, or else I can't let Li Mingzhong be called by that nickname."

Li Mingdong watched Zhen Zhen pouting and sucking the juice from the frozen pear and couldn't help teasing her: "I want you to wake up, isn't it called a frozen pear?"

Zhen Zhen was eating frozen pears while directly laughing at Li Mingdong: "This name is good, I will call it this when my eldest brother gives birth to his second nephew."

Ming Dong looked at Zhen Zhen with a face of despair: "This frozen pear is not as good as the meat bun."

Mr. Li laughed and knocked Mingdong's head with a fly slinger: "Your sister's name is lucky, I don't think it's a bad thing to hear, it's okay, you can go and have a look at the chicken soup, okay? If it's ready, I'll bring it to your daughter-in-law immediately, and just heat the big pot in the back room when you want to drink it."

Ming Dong agreed, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and asked Zhen Zhen, "Would Zhen Zhen have chicken soup? Would you like to keep a big chicken leg?"

Zhen Zhen nodded again and again: "Let Mom put some chopped green onion for me."

Mingdong was instantly happy: "The people are not big, but there are still a lot of things to do."

After nibbling on the frozen pear in her hand, Zhen Zhen got off the kang and ran to wash her hands. Just after opening the door of the East Room, Li Muwu hurried in with a suit of snowflakes, followed by a person. Li Muwu's voice changed: "Mother, who do you think is here?"

"Who is this?" Mrs. Li squinted and tapped, but the man was wearing a big leather hat and a thick military coat. He only showed half of his face, so he couldn't tell.

"Mother, it's me!" The man burst into tears as soon as he opened his mouth, and Mrs. Li was shocked: "Mu Wen, is that you?"

Li Muwen took off his hat, revealing a head of half-white hair. He looked somewhat similar to Li Muwu, but looked older.

"Muwen, it's my Muwen." Mrs. Li got off the kang, walked over tremblingly, hugged Li Muwen's waist, and burst into tears in his arms: "My son Ah, my mother thought I would never see you in this life. At the time you were only 20 years old, you joined the army to fight the Japanese devils. After more than 20 years, the Japanese devils were finally beaten away, and so did the Kuomintang. You followed the troops to Fujian again. I dreamed of you a few days ago, and when I woke up, I wondered if I could see you before I died."

Li Muwen, a stern man, was reddened by Mrs. Li's crying eyes. He gently patted Mrs. Li's back: "Mother, you are healthy and can live a hundred years."

"That's not an old goblin anymore." Mrs. Li was so happy, she wiped the tears from her face and looked down at Zhen Zhen who was standing beside her crying with snot and tears, she was horrified: "You Why is this child crying, this is your uncle."

Zhen Zhen took out a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her tears: "It was so touching, I couldn't hold back."